O que é, a notícia ainda não chegou à capital dos ursos. Se só a pantera cor de rosa e os gatos verdes é que voltam ao trabalho, então vão fazer um campeonato a dois, e calha bem porque assim teremos um vencedor limpinho (segundo o que vencer...).
I guess now it's time for me to give up I feel it's time Got a picture of you beside me Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup Got a fist of pure emotion Got a head of shattered dreams Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it I just want you back for good Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it You'll be right and understood
Unaware but underlined I figured out the story It wasn't good But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory But that was not to be In the twist of separation you excelled at being free Can't you find a little room inside for me
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it I just want you back for good Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it You'll be right and understood
And we'll be together, this time is forever We'll be fighting and forever we will be So complete in our love We will never be uncovered again
O homem só não aprende o que não é capaz de compreender . Há os que conseguem aprender quase tudo ( ou pelo menos de tudo um pouco); outros, pelo contrário, pouco ou nada conseguem aprender. Parece apropriado opinar que nem toda a gente ( e até mesmo nem muito boa gente) devia achar o seu entendimento das coisas tão fiável ao ponto de agir de acordo com esse entendimento cegamente...
De mim fogem todos( ou quase todos, acho eu ); eu fujo de um ou outro que ainda não sei se foge de mim ou não; os que fogem de mim deixei de os ver ( é como se tivesse ficado cego, ainda que eles não tenham dado por isso e continuem a esconder-se estupida e desnecessariamente).
If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home You say: If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
[B-Section:] We flying the first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' the life In the fast lane And I wont change For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy
The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life) For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life) For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy
[Verse:] Wear them gold and diamonds rings All them things dont mean a thing Chaperons and limousines Shopping for expensive things I be on the moovie screens Magazines and boogie scenes Im not clean, Im not pristine Im n queen, Im no machine I still go to Taco Bell Drivethrough, raw as Hell I dont care, Im still real No matter how many records I seel After the show or after the grammys I like to go cool out with the family Sippin', reminscing on days when I had a Mustang And now I'm in... [B-Section:] the first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' the life In the fast lane And I wont change For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life) For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [Ludacris:] [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life) For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy Im talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams You deserve nothing but all the finer things Now this whole world has no clue to do with us I've got enough money in the bank for the two of us Brother gotta keep enough lettuce To support your shoe fetish Lifestyles so rich and famous Robin Leach will get jelous Half a million for the stones Takin trips from here to Rome So If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S [B-Section:] We flying the first class Up in the sky Poppin' champagne Livin' the life In the fast lane And I wont change For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life) For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy [chorus:] The glamorous, The glamorous, glamorous (the glamorous life) For the glamorous, oh the flossy flossy
[Verse:] I got problems up to here I've got people in my ear Telling me these crazy things That I dont want to know (fuck y'all) I've got money in the bank And I'd really like to thank All the fans, I'd like to thank Thank you really though Cuz i remember yesterday When I dreamt about the days When I'd rock on MTV, that be really dope Damn, It's been a long road And the industry is cold I'm glad my daddy tell me so, he let his daugther know. my daddy tell me so, he let his daugther know. my daddy tell me so, he let his daugther know.
Entendo que os responsáveis dos jornais " A Bola " e " Record " prantem na primeira página dos seus jornais, todos os dias, sem excepção , ou quase, " notícias " sobre o Benfica e o Sporting, uma vez que os seus " leitores " são todos, ou quase , adeptos destes dois clubes. Mas será que esta espécie de leitores nunca ouviu dizer que tudo o que é demais não presta, estando por isso a ser ludibriados ao comprar um jornal, levados apenas por um título de primeira página subjectivo e alienante? Eu sou portista, mas quando ouvi um portista dizer, na televisão, que só devia existir o FC Porto, pensei em voz alta: " e o teu FC Porto ia jogar ao pau com os ursos ". Estes rapazes de A bola e do Record andam há já demasiado tempo a jogar ao pau com os ursos; até quando?
